He sipped his coffee while he studied the pictures on the screen. Speaking of vampires, who was the demon guy who had driven the gorgeous blonde to DVN? Austin scanned the photos until he located the black Lexus. He ran the license plate through the system. The vehicle was registered to Gregori Holstein, address on the Upper West Side. Date of birth was 1964, which made him a very young vampire. Of course, vampires were probably adept at falsifying documents.

Austin wrote down Gregori's address, then did a credit search. The guy worked at Romatech Industries, not a big surprise. A lot of vampires worked there at night. The place manufactured artificial blood, which meant Gregori might not be a biter. That was good news. She wouldn't have to worry about him nibbling on her sweet little neck. If she was human.

The click of heels on linoleum warned him that Emma was approaching. She stopped in front of the photo printer and began looking at his pictures.

Maybe he'd been too hard on her. "Look, I know you have something personal against the vampires."

She shrugged one shoulder. "Where did you take these?"

"Parking lot at DVN. Last night."

"Lots of license plates." She set a stack of photos to the side. "I suppose all these cars belong to vampires."

"Most of them. Want to help me run the plates?"

"Love to." She picked up another bunch of photos.

"Emma, I won't tell Sean about Central Park, if you'll let me know whenever you go hunting again. I'll give you backup."

"That's super. Thank you." She gave him a brief smile, then resumed her study of his pictures.

"These are very interesting."

"You recognize any of the cars?"

"No. But I recognize a woman's bum when I see one."

"What?"

"You must have twenty pictures of her legs and even more of her derriere. Who is she?"